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He who has suffered shipwreck, fears to sail Upon the seas, though with a gentle gale.

Robert Herrick

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Robert Herrick
Age: 83 †
Born: 1591
Born: August 24
Died: 1674
Died: October 12
Poet
Writer
London
England
Upon
Gale
Seas
Suffered
Sail
Fears
Gentle
Sea
Though
Shipwreck

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